Sunday, March 20, 2016

moving in spring (catullus XLVI)








Loblolly Marsh, Bryant, Indiana.




XLVI

Now spring brings back thawed breezes,
now the fury of the sky at winter's end
quietens into the zephyr's refreshing airs.
Let Phrygian fields lie behind, Catullus,
and sweltering Nicaea's rich plowland:
let's flee to the sumptuous cities of Asia.
Now my palpitant mind longs to wander;
my feet, joyous with zeal, are itching to run.
--- Fare well, you sweet band of my comrades,
all of us far afield and striking out at once,
whom diverging roads will carry home.


Catullus
(my translation)



NB: Catullus spent the winter of 56 BCE in Bithynia, on the northern coast of Turkey. He hated it. For one thing, the climate was awful --- frigid in the winter and deadly hot in summer (nothing like northern Italy!). In the spring he was able to leave, he and the friends who had spent the winter there with him, all going by different routes, but all headed back to Rome. Note, too, that when Catullus mentions Asia, he means the west coast of Turkey. From Phrygia, in central Anatolia, he will be heading west toward the "cities of Asia" and Rome.


Thursday, March 10, 2016

an ordinary afternoon on the outskirts of petroleum, indiana






house

.... how many houses are there that you might commit your life to?

one, the house erected upon high footings

two, the house of flesh

three, the house which slips its hands down into earth and earth who slips her hands
........ up into house like moisture into wood

four, the house of the mirror

five, the house of what it is that lies beneath wing beats

six, the house of word

seven, the house of silence

eight, the house of the never-proven gods whose threshold you cross by separating
........ jeweled beads of light


-- erin wilson